You wonder why I wiggle so much why my legs bounce, and my hands twitch. Truth is, my mind can't slow down It doesn't know how to take a day off, its far too good at tormenting me more and more with each passing second.
She cries late every night Turns off all the lights Sits in bed bawls her eyes out in the dark Cutting out pieces of her heart No one can see the scars of her sewing back up her chest Soon she will be an empty shell Hopefully putting her soul to rest If her heart is no longer there It can't get broken, right? If no one can see the tears Then she never cried, right?
And how she wonders that the time when she had nothing but you outshines the time now when she has everything but you Hungry heart, thirsty soul Has all the riches yet a poor as whole